There is a calm about my life at the moment. Encircling, enclosing, enholding my very self. Theresa, my dear sister, is making some morning business (Mary Kay) calls; Gregory Karol, her son, is napping peacefully on his 1st birthday; Pete, her husband, is spending the day giving tours of a Fransiscan monastery (or at least a replica of one); and
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